I've finally started to share this blog site with some people through Facebook connections. I'm feeling a bit more pressure to add posts, and although every day of my life feels like a comedy show with a dramatic ending (no tears, just wine), I feel the need to reach back into my ol' memory pocket and dig out some good stuff. I would hate to forget these stories when I'm decorating the garage for a high school graduation party...
payback will be such sweet, sweet revenge.
I was stepping out of the shower one day this past summer when the twins had just turned 3. As I'm reaching forward to grab my towel, I feel two little hands start to spread my butt cheeks apart. I whipped around to my right to see B looking up at me with big eyes. He was so curious!!! I'm sure he just wanted to know if mama had a butt hole like he and his brother do.
I waved his little hand out from my backside and said, "Get. out. of. there!" As I proceeded to turn back around to actually grab the towel, I feel a FINGER in my front portion of my "privates"! Poking me. Right. there.
ARGH!!!!
"What are you doing?!?! I said, GET.OUT.OF.THERE!!"
Mr. Innocent Eyes looks up at me and says, "Mama, you got a penis in there?"
"NO, I DO NOT HAVE A PENIS IN THERE ! NOW GET OUT OF HERE AND GIVE ME SOME EVER LOVING PRIVACY!!!!!!"
B leaves the bathroom as calmly and quietly as he most likely entered it. Probably just shrugging his shoulders and still confused as to why he didn't see my penis.
I dried off, wrapped myself in my towel and proceeded to walk to my dresser in which I was going to immediately put my bra and underwear on. Well, you guessed it. My little audience was still present. I turned my back to B while I put my unders on and then turned to start fastening my bra. Mr. Curious-Innocent Eyes-Never-Fails-To-Miss-A-Beat watches me intently.
"Mama, those your boobies? Your boobies go in there?"
Calmly. Quietly. "Yes, honey. These are my boobies, and they go in here".
Two days later I made a special trip to the mall. I purchased a bathrobe.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Brutal Honesty
Holy heavens, my twin sons are ridiculous honest. They see an overweight person and there is no hesitation before one of them will yell, "Hey, you got a big belly!" or "Whoa, big butt". The interesting part is, they are truly not trying to be disrespectful or rude. They are just plain honest! I suppose this is what a parent of an autistic child may deal with on a daily basis; autism tends to hinder that whole social piece...what is appropriate to say aloud, and what we need to keep to ourselves.
I don't have any reason to believe that either of my children are on the autism spectrum as of yet (concerns? Or course! But also thoughts of ADHD, OCD, and other behavior disorders, but I really do think it's just their age!) however I am trying so hard to teach them that it is NOT OKAY to say exactly what they see, or what is on their mind! It has come to the point where I will actually start to perspire in my armpits, and I can feel my face flushing through my cheeks whenever I see an overweight or obese person coming near us. I will quickly grab a shoulder, turn him away from said person and try to distract with whatever it is I can think of to do so.
We were at the farmers market this past summer and a heavy woman was bending full over looking at flowers. B points, and yells, "Whoa, big butt!" loud enough for those living in Texas to hear him. AH!
Just two weeks ago, at the local bowling alley, L walked up to a very heavy man (so heavy in fact, he couldn't sit at the table, he was turned away from it and eating), and pointed to his belly and said as serious as ever, "You got a big belly!" I'm not sure what the man said in response, as I was whisking my child out of the restaurant area so fast we left skid marks.
I'm hoping it's just a phase they grow out of, and with repeated attempts at my explanations that it is NOT OKAY to say anything about someone's butt, belly, penis, or boobs, they they may figure it out by the time they are teenagers.
Wish me luck!
I don't have any reason to believe that either of my children are on the autism spectrum as of yet (concerns? Or course! But also thoughts of ADHD, OCD, and other behavior disorders, but I really do think it's just their age!) however I am trying so hard to teach them that it is NOT OKAY to say exactly what they see, or what is on their mind! It has come to the point where I will actually start to perspire in my armpits, and I can feel my face flushing through my cheeks whenever I see an overweight or obese person coming near us. I will quickly grab a shoulder, turn him away from said person and try to distract with whatever it is I can think of to do so.
We were at the farmers market this past summer and a heavy woman was bending full over looking at flowers. B points, and yells, "Whoa, big butt!" loud enough for those living in Texas to hear him. AH!
Just two weeks ago, at the local bowling alley, L walked up to a very heavy man (so heavy in fact, he couldn't sit at the table, he was turned away from it and eating), and pointed to his belly and said as serious as ever, "You got a big belly!" I'm not sure what the man said in response, as I was whisking my child out of the restaurant area so fast we left skid marks.
I'm hoping it's just a phase they grow out of, and with repeated attempts at my explanations that it is NOT OKAY to say anything about someone's butt, belly, penis, or boobs, they they may figure it out by the time they are teenagers.
Wish me luck!
Friday, March 15, 2013
More Heavy than Funny
I'm not even sure how many people read this site. I'm thinking the numbers are low as I am not very regular at posting, and I don't advertise or announce the site. Therefore I will take a quick moment to use this as a journal entry...cause I can.
Things are okay around here. We are quickly approaching the one-year anniversary to Tim's dad Gary's death, and then his mom Judy's is only another 2 quick months following that. The year has seemed to fly by and although they cross my mind often, it seems as they have been on my mind a lot lately. Grief is weird like that; sometimes you can think of them and a quick smile will suffice. Other times, something hits me hard, like a brick to the gut, and my eyes instantly well up with tears and I feel that their death still seems so surreal. I was there, I know they are gone...
but man. Did it ever happen quickly, in the overall scheme of things.
Just the other day, I was heading into G's school for his kindergarten music program. Another mom from the classroom was helping what appeared to be her grandmother (maybe her mother?) get out of the car and begin using her walker. As they came down the hallway, even though this woman looked nothing like Judy, I found myself kind of contorting her into Judy. Does that make sense? Like as I stared at her, I actually saw Judy coming into the room. It was so strange, and an overwhelming sadness stretched over me and my eyes started to fill. Just weird.
The boys talk of Grandma and Grandpa Fox often as well. Especially L, my little sensitive one. He's often say, "Grandma Fox...." in a whiny voice. And then when I say, "Do you miss her, sweetie?" He will say, "When she come back?" It's sad. I know that they won't always remember her they way they do right now. In fact, within another year, they will only know of their grandparents what we share with them, or by the stories or pictures we share. That makes me sad...kids should always have their grandparents. I feel I was too young to lose my own precious Grammy at the age of 17. But at least my memories of her are my own, and not just told to me.
Anyhow, I know this is a heavy post and not much related to what I usually try to post. Every day is a zoo around here and my house is often destroyed and my patience is usually gone by 11 am. But once this damn snow stops falling and we can get outside more I am praying that the days go by smoother and summer will be here before we know it.
Things are okay around here. We are quickly approaching the one-year anniversary to Tim's dad Gary's death, and then his mom Judy's is only another 2 quick months following that. The year has seemed to fly by and although they cross my mind often, it seems as they have been on my mind a lot lately. Grief is weird like that; sometimes you can think of them and a quick smile will suffice. Other times, something hits me hard, like a brick to the gut, and my eyes instantly well up with tears and I feel that their death still seems so surreal. I was there, I know they are gone...
but man. Did it ever happen quickly, in the overall scheme of things.
Just the other day, I was heading into G's school for his kindergarten music program. Another mom from the classroom was helping what appeared to be her grandmother (maybe her mother?) get out of the car and begin using her walker. As they came down the hallway, even though this woman looked nothing like Judy, I found myself kind of contorting her into Judy. Does that make sense? Like as I stared at her, I actually saw Judy coming into the room. It was so strange, and an overwhelming sadness stretched over me and my eyes started to fill. Just weird.
The boys talk of Grandma and Grandpa Fox often as well. Especially L, my little sensitive one. He's often say, "Grandma Fox...." in a whiny voice. And then when I say, "Do you miss her, sweetie?" He will say, "When she come back?" It's sad. I know that they won't always remember her they way they do right now. In fact, within another year, they will only know of their grandparents what we share with them, or by the stories or pictures we share. That makes me sad...kids should always have their grandparents. I feel I was too young to lose my own precious Grammy at the age of 17. But at least my memories of her are my own, and not just told to me.
Anyhow, I know this is a heavy post and not much related to what I usually try to post. Every day is a zoo around here and my house is often destroyed and my patience is usually gone by 11 am. But once this damn snow stops falling and we can get outside more I am praying that the days go by smoother and summer will be here before we know it.
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